Eduard The Tree!

"Author's house"

And there he was hurtling through the core of reality. Sinking in time back in history like no tree sank before. Time flew around him like storming river and he felt his bark, trunk and branches being disintegrated and reintegrated again. It felt like...you know when you go through a very uncomfortable situation that is really itchy, stressful, scary and also unbelievably weird? So this was worse than that, you know! It was like visiting a dentist while writing a test at school when at the same moment you know everyone ate all your candies! Just terrible you know! Who would want to do that willingly more than once? Probably only some lunatic scientist with help from a man called Igor and with pockets filled with marshmallows to be on a safe side I bet!

And then suddenly it was over. Eduard appeared in the air above a city and begun his first free fall in his till-this-moment-boring life. And while watching ground so enthusiastically speeding towards him he thought about a second lever which he considered useless at the time. But know it came up to his so-quickly-down-falling head that it was probably designed to specify location entry when time stream is left. Ok, next tim...THUD! SPLASH! Bubbles on a water...

"Well, that went well," said Eduard to himself because no cactus was around. For record we must not forget that he was just a tree after all. Yes, a tree which is walking, thinking and reading, sure. But how strong, according to you, is self-preservation instinct of a plant? Obviously as strong as of a wooden stool, none. But on the other hand he had awesome endurance when it comes to falling.

Eduard got out of the river Trent, shook off most of the water and thrilled by his successful trip marched towards the nearest village. On the bridge he met a really old lady who, fortunately for her, forgot that day her glasses at home. And he asked her with his deep woody voice: "Good evening madam. Please, do you know where I can find a Little Hollywood here?" said Eduard as politely as he could.

The old lady scratched her ginger wig and replied with a squeaky voice: "What do you say?! Little Hollywood? You ate funny porridge, didn't you? There is only Little Haywood! You think it's funny to make fun of an old lady young man? No it isn't! So be a nice boy and help me with my bag and stop the nonsense." Eduard was confused but because he was a polite tree he helped the old lady with the bag. She then gave him a cookie and a glass of milk. And because he was a polite tree he gave the milk to a cat and the biscuit to birds in his branches. After that he was back on his journey but this time he knew the correct name of his destination. Little Haywood. So that was the place where Eduard could find the author of the Book!

It took some wondering around and scaring of some people with glasses but he finally got where he needed to get. He found the village called Little Haywood and now stood in front a house with the address Cottage 1 on Teddesley Park Estate. Eduard was really nervous. With shaking leaves on his branches he knocked on the front door. And then he knocked again. He wasn't sure but it couldn't be too late for a visit, right? Or maybe the author is sleeping...suddenly he heard steps coming down from stairs in the house. "He's coming!" Eduard whispered to birds in his head. "It is actually happening!"